My best season of the year
Red, yellow, gold here and there
Brown blanket on the wet ground
Snowy white snow'll be soon around
On twigs, branches, floors and towns
Then Bye autumn of the year.
You shall come back glow and gleam
I yearn to walk in the wood
The rustling sound as my feet dive
Through dead leaves pile on the ground
Vivid colours are overhead
My best season of every year.